"You have to push the button!"

"Which one?"

"Which one do you think? Oh, I know, how about the bright red shiny one in the middle!" Stiles yelled sarcastically. Lydia lifted her hands, streaked with the crimson color of blood, to hover just next to her temples. Something didn't seem right. "That's not the right button!"

Stiles dropped the person he had behind dragging on the floor. "What? What- what're you talking about Lydia? We don't have any time! You need to press the button!"

Lydia got a strange tingling feeling in the back of head. "Why?"

"Why?! Why?! We have about fifteen seconds before they come in here and kill us! That's why." Lydia took a shaky breath. "But, we're not. How did we-."

"Lydia! You need to do it! Now!"

"Okay!" exclaimed. She threw her hands out in front of her in exasperation. She then reached her hand down, but instead of heading for the counter, where the various controls and buttons were, she reached into the waistband of her jean and pulled out a gun, a small but extremely powerful handgun.

She cocked it and pointed it at Stiles, who stood inches away.

Stiles narrowed his eyes at the barrel of the gun and lifted his hands up in a surrendering way. "Lydia? I don't-what are you doing?"

Lydia tilted her head ever so slightly.

"You're not Stiles."

O-o-okay. I'm not sure what was up with that…. Should I go on? I don't know if this will stay a one-shot or not…. I guess I'll leave it how it is maybe?

Peace and Mist,

Rlb190